The train that flies in the Andes
Un mirador de lujo en las "pobres" mountains
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On a train climbing the Andes
He climbed a plateau between 3000 and 4000 meters. Can you believe it? As if the world could be turned upside down without falling anything. The train blew smoke and us life. From our window we watched the Andes and rain steppe grasses and leathery people by the cold sun.
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Tazara: on-board copper
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Sri Lanka: eating tea on the train
I've eaten nuts, two coffees, nibbled a bit of pineapple and spicy tuna swallowed a dumpling and potato. I'm fat and happy. We continue to gain height, and forest clearing will, giving way to the tea fields. Waterfalls, women collecting leaves, white factories, tiny villages and Hindu temples.
A train journey through Africa
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The train ride to Machu Picchu
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The smell of poverty
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